You were seeting on ze cowsh, wash-een Raidairz of ze Lozt Ark. Indy vuz fy-ting le grand homme undair zee flying plane of zee air. You scrash-ed vous derriere un...deux...trois times. Zen, and I remem-bair zees moment as though it wus yez-tairday, you took a seep from your mug, zen zet eet down on me, breaking all huit of my legz.

"Revonj ees sweet. Revonj!"

I worked, laboured, sweated (yes, we spi-dairs do per-spyair) for deux long months, unteel ze doctairs cut the tiny casts off of my tiny legs, zen I zpent a year relairneeng how to walk. For zat entire periahd, I plotted my revonj! Revonj! Now ze time has come for my revonj.